coming out of a shell.
But, perhaps, not yet.
Three golden tickets were given to Tokyo.
Her English put her fourth in line.
After three months, I have spent hours listening to those four and a half minutes of (what seemed to be) flawless English.
Those four and a half minutes of a speech about her host family reminded me of my own.
This afternoon, a lovely lunch with a brilliant teenager who is 10 years my junior and a beautiful woman who is some years my senior tucked me right back into the feeling of my comforting Czech bed.